Okay, I AM a cat person! I actually walk around with cat hair on my clothes. I still can’t believe it. I have cat toys dragging on the floor and I don’t even mind.
My cats give me something I call mindless time. This time is comparable to a wonderful yoga session where I am totally “in the moment”. I watch their fluid movements and am reminded that slow fluidity is something to be sought. Being of a slightly hyperactive nature, I need as much slow fluidity as possible. My morning routine includes fifteen minutes of guided meditation, fifteen minutes of yoga and a cup of tea sitting on my floor with my cats.
Both of my cats are rescue cats. One was only a few weeks old and found stuck in a car engine. His mewling alerted my friend, Margaret, who promptly set about the rescue using all of her contortionistic yoga moves. Luna is her name as she is as black as the tar which patches up our old country roads along the bayou. My second rescue cat was originally named Jagger. His scruffy coat, clipped ear and broken tail (in three places) led to a name change. He is now known as B.T. which stands for Broken Tail.
I will never be without another cat. They are truly like yogis, transferring their peace, calmness and tranquility into my soul.